Acura was trapped at the car dealership with the same name around 12 years ago (he had a brother named Arby after the restaurant next door). Acura was already an adult at the time, so this makes him one of the oldest cats at the sanctuary. This surprised me, as he sure doesn’t look it.
Even after all this time, Acura has never really tamed up, and he still runs away when approached. Last time he was caged, Leslie made a point of spending as much time with him as possible, but he’s still not really comfortable with us. My attempts to get a photo of him should give a good sense of his feelings:
And finally, a semi-closeup. He probably just wanted to get it over with so he could get rid of me.